March on Valentine’s

16 02 2010

Meeting Joella March during preparation for the ICONOCLASSIC show that opened over the holiday weekend at Bleicher/Golightly set the stage for my experience with her work. Her authentic, stream of consciousness conversations matched her avant guard master pieces. Her creations are bold and enthusiastic and her choice in artists to inhabit the show were spot on.

Joella March

March’s “Waterfiles” is a concept not easily forgotten as it invokes all the senses while viewing. The flow of colored water and reflective surfaces throughout the cabinet gives the feeling of life inside an otherwise ignored object. As I stood in front of the it, smelling the wet metal, I began to understand what pica feels like as I had a sudden urge to taste the piece as part of my experience. Thank goodness for the “Do Not Touch” reminder.

The three-dimensional show was a seamless interactive experience. Each artist’s medium was unique, however the process behind the work felt similarly complex and personal. The work urged me to consider what processes and experiences led them to these destinations.

In my conversation with Michael Giancristiano we visited the desert. He explained his transition from the virgin wood pieces hanging in the show to his newer work which is highly manipulated. As I understood him, the pieces on the walls at Bliecher/Golightly represent a vacuous state of mind in which we all feel our problems are uniquely our own. Alternatively, his newer work includes mirror images. The center representing a life shattering experience and the identical sides represent the choices we can make as a result.

Michael Giancristiano

I pondered for a while how we often think our problems are unique like those pieces of wood, but this separation only exists in our minds. All humans have largely the same problems, we just don’t share them openly so we are mentally isolated from others. When we are honest about what’s inside, we find much more connection in the world around us.

Stephen Anderson’s work is the sort you can literally study for hours. Full of the tiniest

Stephen Anderson

details, you can hold an intricate conversation with each piece full of laughter and solemn debate. I spoke to him about one piece that he says represents the phases in a relationship; a universal relationship and his specifically. He shared that he sometimes takes years with his work and it shows. The pieces are reflective of working through the human condition.

I only spoke briefly with Melissa Meier but her personality felt as romantic as her work.

Melissa Meier

Something about the antique feeling of the subjects mixed with the modern construction of the pieces draws you in and makes you want to kiss them.

The show is brilliantly completed by the works of David Brokaw, Dianna Cohen, Joy Shannon, Mee Kung Shim and Lacey Terrell.

What’s best about an opening is beautiful art and people. I met plenty of both at the gallery which felt more like a family than a place of business.





Consuming Escape

7 02 2010

Lost in a sea of tasks it’s easy to ignore all that is pressing and pulling at our mind. Essential to ignorance is avoidance of real feeling and emotion, so burying ourselves among a mount of busy is a natural reaction to the rude awakening of life.

Dianna Cohen - Plastic Bags

We can neatly place all feelings and ideas in a plastic bag to suffocate and save for some undetermined later. Except the plastic only perfectly preserves them in an unexamined state.

Balance, not escape, takes courage. Something that is easy to verbalize but illusive in practice. Balance is a universal struggle between forward motion and stagnation; moving through pain and not covering over it.

Society teaches us to busy ourselves, pacify our pain, mute our feelings so we escape into our plastic bags of bliss until we emerge pale and gasping for fulfillment.





Embrace Expectations

4 02 2010

Carol Powell

Silence is golden except when it’s spun into chains that burden others around us. Circumstances can lead to dark spaces, in which case we can choose from any array of tools to manage our way through. The sharpest of these are the people who support us.

Internal processing is key to personal salvation.

Simultaneously embracing our responsibility to respect others during a selfish time is growth and powerful. Expanding the mind beyond oneself during a time of self-indulgence can create abundance and turn gold chains into platinum.

Carol Powell explores unexpected circumstances, humor and tragedy in her work. She’s one of the artists I’ll be working with at AIROM BLEICHER.





Exhilarating Blankness

22 01 2010

Love Love Love #2

I never realized the sense of security that comes when inspiration flows freely like the rain that’s been falling for several days. This activity is a useful practice to stave off practical concerns of the world; useless thoughts and emotions. Creative inspiration also balances aspirations for success; however we define it.

So when this inspiration eludes us for any amount of time it’s disconcerting.

That’s why relief washed over me at lunch when Matthew Heller shared this, “Right now I have a blankness of who I am as an artist, which is terrifying and exhilarating because I have an open world to me of what I could do.”

We talked about the creative process when moving from one phase to the next. He agreed that a plan can be “understanding that you don’t need to know what’s next.” What’s important is not being lazy; continuously working through what may seem like a “mess” to get to what your next piece of art will become.

Art will evolve through your actions.

My own writing process in influenced by interests that are far-reaching, from art and fashion to the business of marketing, so my splintered inspiration is never linear. Matthew shared that his work sometimes evolves from a phrase that could be a song title into a single word that inspires a painting. It’s not easy to talk about art, but we had fun.

Inspiration shifts as life circumstances change. Matthew’s work in 2006 contained clear positive emotional content influenced by his personal life. Art discussions and Matthew’s explanations came easily. His audience understood why the painting made sense in their life. In 2009, perhaps because Matthew has a family of his own now, he keeps his personal life close to the breast and his work is less universal on a human emotional level; though it is all about the universe. The work is more challenging to understand and more difficult to discuss.

Untitled

This shift in his work has changed Matthew’s relationship with his audience. Then people connected with his art more as objects to hang on their walls, and now people want to look at the art and “think.” He got many inquiries from his most recent show at Bergamot Station, at both the gallery and direct to him, about the art and its meaning even thought he’s doing much less explaining than he used to.

Matthew’s work has increased significantly in value over the past few years. His newer content is affording him deeper connections with his buyers through fewer pieces. If economics are an issue, Matthew’s audience can experience his work in a museum like settings through his gallery showings and reach out and talk to him about their experience, even if they can’t carry a piece home and hang it.

Matthew’s accessibility as an artist has been greatly helpful in my own journey. The confirmation that not knowing is okay but continuing to work through the unknown is an important lesson for us all. Inspiration does not come to the lazy.

Matthew shows again in March.





No Land Today

5 01 2010

Refresh - 1999

We say goodbye to Kenneth Noland today. I loved his work because he was an artist comfortable with color and space on a canvas. His earlier work is inspiring because of his choice of irregular shaped canvases. Again making my point about space as a great conversation comforter in art.

Today is what we’ve got. Irregular or not, make use of the space and colors at your finger tips. Jump high and land softly.

Verdancy - 1981

Artistic tools can be brushes, relationships, fabric, or words. Whatever your medium, now is the time to exercise your creativity to form your vision. Continue to build your body of work. Reach out to the people who are most interesting to you. Not the people you think can do something for you. Those relationships aren’t based on anything real anyway.

Focus on building meaningful content and meaningful relationships and the rest will flow from this important strategic intersection.

Tomorrow may not come, but I’d like to think what I leave behind is beautiful, so I’m working on my kind of Noland today.





Enough Pushing Doubt

4 01 2010

Often when reaching for a big goal we get mired in doubt. How do we know that what we are doing is enough? That we will be “chosen?” Artist essentially are stating, “I am special.” The audacity to be different from the rest and not conform to what we are taught all our lives and do what we want can be viewed as selfish.

I struggle with this same dilemma. Who am I to say that I am now special? Free to follow my own path of writing, studying, consuming and creating art. How is this fair to the rest of the world that goes out and does the things they don’t want to do with their lives to achieve a certain means?

This is the thinking that has kept me from it all these years. Pushing this broom of doubt in front of me all my life is what’s kept my creativity at bay. Now that I have embraced it wholeheartedly, doubt still stands there in the corner, waiting for me to pick it up and start pushing. There is every logical reason to do it. The only thing that keeps me from it is belief in myself. If I don’t believe in me, why would anyone else?

Sure I want to be “chosen,” and I even want others to believe I’m special, but the profession of art is different than other professions. This work is not a means to an end. It is a means in and of itself. It is about the journey. [Huh, maybe that's why I named my son Journey.]  It is about the experience of creating the work. It’s how you get there and who you meet and what you discover along the way. The outcome is a side effect. What I’m realizing is we can’t become distracted with doubt, or outcomes, or whether we are enough. Focus on what is now and what we are will get us results in our work which will lead us where we need to go next.

So today I’m leaving doubt in the corner once again. I hope you will to.





Rainy California Portal

13 12 2009

I experienced teleportation for the first time yesterday; a rainy Saturday in southern California. I will go on record that this is my preferred mode of transportation.

It has rained for days and this only really happens once or twice a year here. Now I know why. This type of weather must precipitate portals for times and space travel; I think I found one. I believe it was some combination of the rain, delicious flavors and vivid visuals that transported me 3k miles from Marina del Rey to New York City.

I was enjoying a mushroom slice at Pizzarito with my family for the umpteenth time, when I happened to peer into the art work on the walls for the first time.

Ken Keeley, The 34th Street Station

All the sudden I heard subway cars rushing by and began reading the headlines on the new stand as if I was waiting on my train. The perfect ratio of sauce to cheese on my crunchy crust pizza only intensified the experience. I’m not sure how long I was away when my husband summons me back to California with a question I had failed to answer at the table, but it felt longer than a minute.

I was born in NYC and lived there during college, so this was a welcome visit home.  I’ve never traveled so light or so fast. Maybe next time I’ll go further.





Drag Me To Heller

11 12 2009

I sojourned to Bergamot Station in Santa Monica today. Viewing art inspires my writing as I believe words are better read next to intriguing visuals. There was one artist in particular that caught my eye. Not because his work featured my name, but because he seemed open and free.

Matthew Heller spoke to me loudly with colors and moods, use of words and his fearless empty space on the canvas. His stuff is honest! I love an artist that’s not afraid to leave room on the canvas for you to think. It’s like having a conversation with an old friend; no awkward silences.

Some of his poetry reminded me of those word magnets. You remember, they were popular about 10 years ago. We used to stick dozens of them on the refrigerator and try to make sentences out of them. His poetry is sort of like those word puzzles used to come out; very stream of conscientiousness. I like it.

Matthew’s color pallet is both energetic and soothing. The loud florescent mixed with warm tones made me want to spend time with the work. This “Warrior” piece has my name all over it, not literally, that’s another piece. This wasn’t featured in the exhibit but was a nice surprise when I viewed his website later.

I’d like to sit down and have coffee with this guy or invite him over for dinner with my family. I feel like I know him already.

Go visit his work at Galerie Anaïs at Bergamot Station in Santa Monica.





Regreet Data

28 11 2009

This image spoke to me immediately when I laid my eyes on it. It uses many images from my past that speak to me. All are objects I loved at different times in my life; butterflies (before my peacock phase), color palate, fierce shoes, edgy style. I’m drawn to this vocabulary naturally.

Then I tried to attach meaning to the vocabulary and a story to the image. Nothing stuck.  The artist fails to evoke emotion. The objects don’t hold together in a meaningful way, it lacks interpretation. The piece speaks volumes and says nothing.

It reminds me of my research analyst days, sifting through data, tasked with turning data into information to tell a story that would improve business performance. “Correlation does not mean causation,” was the constant mantra.

It’s important to gather meaningful information to sustain growth and continue to improve performance. Am I talking business or life? Can’t help it, both.

Regret is a useless emotion. I do believe we can regreet our past and review the actions to interpret data and gain information to use going forward.

This second image does a better job of  illustrating my point. It has the same vocabulary as the first, yet the imagery elicits emotion. It feels as though I’m looking back to review my past under protection of the present. Comfortably regreeting the data to gain understanding for my future walk through life.

I love art that elicits emotion and tells a story that I can interpret using my information. Data is only input, we must interpret its meaning to inform our growth. If we don’t get it the first time; regreet.





Broken String

21 11 2009

Lucy Campbell, Libertad

Someone recently gave me the Eckhart Tolle book with the Oprah book club sticker on the front. I’m not finished yet, but I read in the beginning that a bird, a dove specifically, is the symbol of enlightenment and the evolution of human consciousness. So when I came across this piece of art my knees buckled. The image of the closed eyed dove and the bleeding heart brings together the concepts in the Tolle book and what I believe about string theory.

I’m a Virgo, so I don’t have much patience for theories. I like to think about things in a practical sense, so this is how the string theory translates for me. It’s a fluid connection between one point in time and space and another point. To take it one step further, it’s the connection of you at one point reaching around and connecting with you at a different point in time and space. I’m sure there are scientists out there itching to correct me, but I’m okay with this understanding; it’s comforting.

I like to think there is some alternate version of me that I am connected to that makes me a more enlightened person. The girl’s expression in the painting says to me that she was cut off from that other part of herself in that other space in time. How did this happen? How will she come back from here? She’s so utterly alone, cold, and lost without it.

It’s important to connect with others, but imperative to stay connected with ourselves. No matter how tenuous the string, don’t let go.